Empty all the containers
The silt at the bottom tells your fortune
What have you built and where are the structures?
Are they hiding, waiting?
Did they even exist?
Build and construct them again
Out there
The materials are waiting to be dug up
Fashioned with the tools you made a long time ago
Without a care, you built
There was no eye watching, judging
There were just things
Build them and marvel, to yourself
No one cares
They’re building theirs, too
Theory on what you make is of no concern
The world has space
Empty all the notebooks
The drawings and plans
They know your future and your past, alone
No one cares
Keep going!